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Apologies in advance, but this review will necessarily include a few uses of the N word.

I wasn't a fan of Nirvana at school, though most of my friends were and I was exactly their target audience. Unfortunately I was a contrary little shite back then so while everyone else was serving servants I was hailing Select magazine's decision to award album of the year for 1993 to the Boo Radleys' Giant Steps.

I find this gives me an interesting perspective on the mini grunge revival we're apparently about to experience. Since Mr Cobain's definitive redecoration of his greenhouse I've come to regard In Utero as one of the best albums ever (Select placed it 12th - oh happy hindsight), though I can take or leave the one with the baby. I don't therefore need to bitch and moan if a new batch of heavy guitar bands emerge from North America, in this case Toronto. Whether or not Greys are grunge I don't know or care, but they sound in parts a bit like Nirvana updated, and If Anything is bloody brilliant.

Greys might not like the comparison and there are no doubt more interesting and lesser-known bands to compare them to, but when Shehzaad Jiwani is intentionally off-keying his vocals through 'Flip Yr Lid' over the rest of Greys' gleeful cacophony it's impossible not to detect the strains of Washington state. The opening riff from 'Brain Dead' is lifted from Nirvana's 'Breed' and there are a few more across these 11 tracks that bear a wee resemblance to Kurt and chums.

Thankfully, rather than this coming across as some comprehensive grave robbery, Greys have added enough of their own ingredients to concoct quite the powerful brew. There's nothing hugely innovative about a guy yelling loudly over abrasive chords and a howling and crashing rhythm section, but it's easy to appreciate a group who know how to put a tune together, and show serious competence with their equipment for a band on debut. At times you can pick out bits of early Idlewild, there's more than a smattering of ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead (on final track 'Lull' in particular), and the whole album forms a tribute to countless classic punk bands. But if that type of mixture doesn't excite you, why the hell are you still reading this?

The main riff from Chick Singer is not original, but if it doesn't make you joyfully smash up the room you're in there's a good chance you're in a coma. 'Girl In Landscape' benefits from the sterling work of Cam Graham on guitar and is one of many it's easy to picture going down rather well live. 'Brief Lives' is just pure punk, through and through.

And perhaps most important of all Greys inject an element of enjoyment to it all - this is not introspective and angry but cocksure and energetic, elements that should help Greys succeed in forging their own path and casting off unwanted comparisons.

Perhaps it's more punk than grunge, or perhaps the combination has given us Grunge 2.0. Whatever, it's quality. But if the very idea of it makes you angry, get off your high horse, take off that that silly smiley-faced t-shirt with Xs on the eyes, and open yourself up to a 21st century update from a fantastic new band who hopefully don't own a gun licence between them.

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